Poetry Month Day 4: Aviary

4-4-17a

I hated and loved the tropical aviary in our local zoo when I was a kid. There was something both terrifying and enticing about the chaos.

Aviary

Burning
that is what happens
to my nose
as soon as I enter
the room at the end
of the old zoo building

A hundred birds
and dirty water
stagnant in a shallow pool
infuse the air
with a strange combination
of offensive vapors

And the noise
peeps and tweets
and crowing
and conversations
bounce of of brick
unhindered by the trees

All for the chance
you can see bright feathers
flitting from branch to branch
colorful ballerinas
to bashful
for an audience

Advertisements

What do you think?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s